The bland, elderish, clerical look faded; the face grew strangely young, the right corner of his mouth twisted upward, and his right eyelid drooped in a prodigious, unreverend wink.
"Friend," he remarked, "what's you two ladies' game ?" "Our game ?" Mrs.De Peyster repeated blankly.
"Now don't try to come Miss Innocence over me," he said easily.

"I sized you two up from the first minute, and I've been watching you ever since.

The other one could get away with the housekeeper's part O.K., but any one could see through your makeup.

What are the bulls after you for ?" "The--the what ?" "Oh, come,--you're dodging the police, or why the disguise ?" he queried pleasantly.

He picked up Mrs.De Peyster's pearl pendant.
"Housekeepers don't sport this kind of jewelry.